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A dical Student's Journey in Fairy Tail
A humble dical student's wondrous adventure in the world of Fairy Tail.
The protagonist, Riyao, stayed up all night writing his thesis and was rewarded with a huge truckload of transmigration gifts. He was dumped in the Fairy Tail world by a treacherous goddess and was nearly starved when Makarov picked him up and took him back to the guild.
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Tony's movents were dashing and fluid, the hem of his suit jacket tracing an elegant arc as he turned.
He walked to the back of the truck and gestured to the driver, who was clearly an employee of Stark Industries and very familiar with this young heir, imdiately cooperating by unlocking the cargo door.
Tony yanked the cargo door open.
As the heavy tal doors slid open to the sides, the brilliant afternoon sun shone into the interior of the cargo hold without obstruction.
Inside the cargo hold, a fire-red motorcycle sat quietly on a specially made mounting bracket.
The paint on the body reflected a flowing luster under the sunlight, at tis as deep as congealed blood, at other tis as bright as Burning charcoal; as the viewing angle shifted, the colors subtly flowed and changed.
The streamlined body design was a masterpiece of industrial art; from the sharp fairing at the front to the gradually tapering fuel tank, and then to the slightly upturned tail, every curve had been ticulously calculated, being both aerodynamic and full of the beauty of power and speed.
The fra utilized the raw color of exposed tal, forming a Stark contrast with the red body; those precise chanical structures were displayed openly without concealnt, as if declaring that this was not a decoration, but a machine born for speed.
The tires were wide and aggressive, the wheel hub design resembled rotating blades, and the brake calipers were a striking gold, complenting the red body perfectly.
The exhaust pipes extended from both sides of the body, with a design that was simple yet powerful; the entire motorcycle gave the impression of a dormant beast, quiet, yet capable of erupting with astonishing power at any mont.
"Tsk tsk..." Tony couldn't help but exclaim in admiration himself.
He turned his head to look at Mavuika, wearing a "See, what did I tell you" expression on his face.
"The mont I saw you, I was certain." Tony spread his arms, his tone exaggerated yet sincere.
"No one is more worthy of this motorcycle than you, beautiful lady."
Looking at his deanor, it was as if he were the one gifting this motorcycle to Mavuika.
This made the corner of Howard's eye twitch, with veins faintly appearing on his forehead as he stood to the side.
Watching his son act like a playboy in front of Mavuika, Howard felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head.
He gripped the cane in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, wishing he could go up and slap Tony into the ground.
It was one thing for him to like flirting with beautiful won outside normally; although Howard couldn't stand it, he didn't want to get involved too much.
After all, Tony was just twenty years old, at the pri of his youth, and the Stark family had the capital to let him squander his youth.
Didn't Howard himself have a playboy phase when he was young? Although not to the extent of his son...
But now it's different!
Howard shouted in his heart, who is Mavuika? She is the sun goddess in Norse mythology, Odin's eldest daughter, the Asgard princess who conquered the Nine Realms, an existence who has lived for thousands of years!
The power she possesses far exceeds the scope of human understanding, and her level of life is fundantally different from that of mortals.
And Tony, this brat who doesn't know the imnsity of heaven and earth, actually treats her with the sa attitude as an ordinary human girl? Using that kind of frivolous tone, those jokes...
Howard felt a wave of lingering fear.
Although Mavuika appeared easygoing and friendly, how could the dignity of a deity be offended by mortals? What if a certain word angered her, what if a certain action made her feel displeased...
Thinking of this, Howard wanted to step forward and warn Tony.
He took a step, his cane striking the stone floor heavily, emitting a "thump-thump" sound.
His expression was terrifyingly serious, and those eyes, usually gentle and wise, were now filled with a father's authority and warning.
"Tony, you—"
But before Howard could finish his sentence, he was stopped by Mavuika.
Mavuika stepped sideways to block Howard, her movent natural; she shook her head calmly, the movent very slight, but Howard saw it clearly.
Howard stopped in his tracks, looking at Mavuika's back, sensing that Mavuika was not angry.
Mavuika was indeed not angry; she didn't really care about this, and instead found this guy Tony quite interesting.
That youthful vitality and confidence, even that slightly frivolous teasing... all reminded Mavuika of a long ti ago in Natlan, of the companions who dared to joke with her and drink with her.
The life of a deity is long and solemn, and sotis it needs a bit of mortal vitality to spice things up.
Moreover, the genius edge on Tony, that attitude full of curiosity and desire for challenge toward the World, also made Mavuika appreciate him.
"You guessed right." Mavuika nodded with a smile, turning to face Tony, completely ignoring Howard's nervous expression behind her: "This was indeed sothing I asked Howard to do."
She walked to the motorcycle and reached out to touch the body, her fingers gliding over the cold tal surface; she could feel the craftsmanship and effort contained within, Howard had indeed put his heart into it.
"I like speed, I like the feeling of the wind whistling past ." Mavuika said softly, as if speaking to Tony, and as if talking to herself.
Tony had an "as I thought" expression; he walked to Mavuika's side and looked at the motorcycle too, but his gaze would drift to Mavuika's profile from ti to ti.
In the sunlight, Mavuika's skin seed to glow, and her amber eyes were so deep they seed capable of sucking a person in.
Tony had seen countless beauties, but like Mavuika... he couldn't find an appropriate adjective.
"Suddenly mobilizing Stark Industries to prioritize the production of this motorcycle." Tony touched his chin, striking a thoughtful pose: "It seems Miss Mavuika is very important in the Old man's eyes."
He turned his head to look at Howard and blinked: "Friends? A relationship across generations?"
Howard opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but closed it again; he could only stand to the side, watching his son repeatedly dancing on the edge of danger, feeling filled with a sense of powerlessness.
Mavuika found it interesting and intended to tease him.
She turned around to face Tony, arms crossed, striking a "please continue" pose.
"Since you are so smart..." Mavuika's voice carried a hint of banter: "Why don't you try guessing again?"
The sunlight shone on her, and her long golden-red hair seed to be truly glowing, leaving Tony dazed for a mont.
Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly very interested in this challenge.
He walked around Mavuika, as if examining a precious work of art, or as if analyzing a complex scientific problem.
"Don't tell , I can definitely guess it!" Tony reached out and said confidently, his tone as if he had already grasped all the clues.
He stopped walking and held up one finger: "Friends shouldn't be very likely; based on my understanding of the Old man, he is not the type of person to make friends across generations; his friends are either old comrades from World War II, or peers in the scientific community, and they are basically all of the sa age."
He held up a second finger: "Colleagues? Doesn't seem like it either; if it were for work needs, he wouldn't use private resources to customize a motorcycle; he would go through formal procedures, apply for funding, and do a pile of annoying written reports."
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